Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.